xRotting ofYOUNGloversHeartsx

May 28, 2017

I'm just filling gaps,

Tears to be lapped,

Up by the love of material desire,

A fire to be put out by the one thing we are told to leap for,

Love is just red paint,

A saint,

Full thoughts of fake dates and hate,

Forgotten in a bed of kisses and glances,

of known strangers presences,

Alone in a group of puppets,

Muppets chewing on their poison,

Licking Lotion of beautiful bosom.

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